Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.